AN: I accidentally a thing. I really really accidentally a thing here.
This has been spinning in my brain for a while. It'll be told in snippets because this is so much easier for me to write around uni and study and looking after my menagerie and fueling my own knitting addiction. I am going to sacrifice some things to yarn, so there are likely to be a few little deviations from Movie-verse.
Also, while this starts in Thor, it's primarily set in Avengers, so I'm popping it in there.
Disclaimer:
I own nothing you recognise. This is all completely un-beta'd and totally fresh off the top of my brain!
Darcy Lewis is, like all Lewis women, a knitter.
Actually, that's the understatement of the century. Darcy Lewis is a yarn-a-holic. She picked up her first crochet needle at four and hasn't put it down since. Anything that involves yarn, or even fleece, Dary Lewis does. Crocheting, knitting, weaving, felting, spinning, even gluing yarn to canvas in swirls and whorls, Darcy has done, or still does.
It's an addiction she has never managed to (or wanted to) break. She managed to partially fund her life at college after perfecting the art of knitting while reading. Her stash, which she swore would never get bigger than that one shelf at the bottom of her bed, soon expanded to under her bed, on top of other books on the book shelf, in her side-table and stashed around her desk.
When she moves to intern with Jane, she takes her stash, grimly determined to bust through it before she returns to university. She expects to have to squeeze in stitches around monitoring machines and research requests.
She crochets up three beanies the first day – one for each of them – around making sandwiches and coffee appear at the mad scientists' elbows. Jane looks up as Darcy crams the beanie onto her head. "I'm keeping you," she says, matter of fact. Darcy grins.
"Only if there's a good yarn shop around here."
Jane mumbles something about quantum entanglement and teleporting the world's best yarn shop as she turns back to her mad sciencing, sucking down the mug of coffee Darcy placed there moments ago.
Darcy grins, grabs her knitting needles and some nice chunky alpaca, and plops her feet up on the tiny couch.
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